The strong wheat-colored figure and the fair-skinned figure were intertwined with each other, constantly changing their positions. Violent banging sounds were heard from the tree trunks, as well as the man's heavy breathing. Every branch witnessed the intense entanglement between the two.
The young man was lying on the trunk, his hair was messy, his fair and fair face was stained with blush, his ravaged red lips were slightly open and closed, his body that was constantly rising and falling was covered with traces of just now, lying on him The man looked at his seductive appearance, and the lingering longing in his eyes deepened.
"Now, do you know how I want to eat you?" The hoarse and deep male voice approached the young man, gently caressed the young man's tender face, and then rubbed his softness with his fingertips affectionately. of lips.
"Well..." The young man frowned and turned his head, trying to avoid the young man's hand, but the young man went to great lengths to pry open his teeth, put his hand into his mouth, and teased the red tongue in the young man's mouth.
"Why, you can't stand it anymore?" The young man leaned in his ear and said maliciously: "You actually dare to carry me on your back to find a lioness in a pride of lions. You still have the guts to run away after being discovered by me. Aren't you very kind? Is it awesome, huh?"
The young man's eyes widened and his pupils lost focus. He couldn't help crying when he was being poked maliciously by the young man. Everything is strange, whether it is the ferocious young man who is so demanding, or himself who is as passive as a boat with constant ups and downs...
A strange pleasure rose from the soles of the boy's feet, causing him to curl up his cute white toes, but at the same time, he felt even more confused.
Jela had imagined many times how she would be eaten by her adoptive father, but she never imagined that it would end up like this.
During the exhausting battles, his consciousness seemed to be completely withdrawn from his body, and he could not think of anything in his mind.
He could only lean against the tree trunk in a daze, looking at his adoptive father who was very different from usual, and the strange, red-faced version of himself reflected in his adoptive father's hopeless pupils. Wave after wave of pain came from somewhere secretly under his body, but the boy felt that he was numb and he could not react to it.
After a while, he asked in a dry voice: "Is this... your purpose of raising me?"
"What are you talking about?" Pascal rubbed his cheek affectionately, just like they usually did, but the temperature on their bodies now was obviously higher than then. That kind of scorching temperature can almost burn a person's body and mind into a molten state: "What is the purpose of raising you?"
"Are you short of females?" the young man asked coldly.
"No shortage. But I found that I like you more than females."
"But I don't like you!" During the conversation, because of his excitement, he pushed his body forward and unintentionally took something deeper. This action made Jela's face turn pale, while Pascal let out a sigh of relief.
Knowing that Jela had reached his limit, Pascal did not continue. He pulled away and gently touched an overused place: "Does it hurt?"
His voice was so gentle, full of doting and pity. Jela tilted her head. If this person hadn't pinched her waist just now and ignored her pleas and kept running rampant, maybe she would have been deceived by his expression.
He bit his lower lip and said angrily: "You will know if you try it yourself!"
Pascal ignored the young man's complaints. He took off his animal skin coat and put it on the young man's body. He passed one hand through the young man's neck and the other hand through the young man's knees, and held the young man in his arms: "Why are you still so light and thin!" He complained dissatisfiedly: "It seems that I haven't fed you normally. !You have to eat more!”
With that said, Pascal had already made a plan in his mind to prepare extra meals for Jela. Knowing the taste of food, after tasting the taste of a young man, how could he be willing to give up after eating it only once? The boy's current physical condition makes him completely unsatisfied. For his future happiness, the best way is to raise the boy to be fat and white. Well, we should pay more attention to exercising the boy's physical fitness.
Pascal pulled down the tree with Jie in his arms. The young man lay obediently in his arms without any movement. He was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes.
A battle lasted from noon to evening. For Pascal, the time was quite short, but for Jela, this was simply a protracted war of attrition.
"Jera, your physical strength is too low, you still need to exercise properly. Do you know that male lions and lionesses need to be in heat for at least three days!"
This beast! The young man grinded his teeth and no longer wanted to pay attention to the man in front of him who had a caterpillar on his head.
When Pascal put the boy in the river and started to clean his body, the boy could no longer sleep. He suddenly widened his eyes: "What else do you want?" Since he hadn't woken up yet, the boy's His eyes looked misty and completely lifeless.
"It's not that great, I'm just cleaning it for you. I'm afraid it won't be comfortable if you go back so sticky and greasy, right?" Pascal reached out and covered the young man's eyes: "My dear, don't look at me with such a look. I, I won’t be able to hold it anymore…”
Pascal's movements were gentle, completely different from his previous fierce style. The autumn river water would cause chills on the body, but Jela noticed that the temperature of the water around him was just right, not cold at all. It was probably because Pascal used his elemental power to change the temperature of the water.
When this man launches a tender offensive against his prey, it is true that few people can escape from the trap he has set. In the past, his attitude towards himself was unstable. Most of the time, he was strict, and only rarely did he show his tender side. However, after this time, Jela clearly felt that Pascal's attitude towards him had changed.
The relationship between them seemed to have undergone some irreversible changes, although this was not what he wanted.
"You are responsible for both the good and the bad, Pascal, you are really terrible." Jela closed his eyes and let Pascal's hands wander around his body. He was too tired to have any strength.
There was also a thought of self-destruction in his heart. Anyway, Pascal had seen everything that should be seen and shouldn't be seen, and he had touched everything that should be touched and shouldn't be touched. Now there was no need for him to shout regardless of the actual situation. I have to wash it myself. Pascal, the bastard, had tortured him so hard just now, so he should be allowed to serve him. As for the restless hand stirring up trouble...ignore it! Ignore it!
Jela obviously overestimated his endurance, and he endured it until his veins burst out, which made Pascal laugh for a while.
"Now that you know how I feel about you, what is your answer?"
Jela just wanted to laugh: "Does my answer matter? If I say no, will you let me go?"
"Of course not. However, I would rather do this kind of thing with your consent."
What is a hypocrite? This is! ! !
Jela closed her eyes and didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.
However, he did not recognize the relationship between Pascal and himself. He couldn't accept the family affection that suddenly deteriorated, so after learning Pascal's true purpose, he didn't intend to just accept his fate.
But what should he do? What can he do? Tell those lionesses who love you so much? No, maybe Pascal would compromise with his subordinates on small things, but when he got serious, no one could stop him.
No matter how many times he was accused in front of the lionesses of not being a good father, and was forced to make a series of promises in frustration, he was always the leader of the Pascal pride, their king, if it wasn't something he was willing to do. , even the subordinates he relies on cannot influence his decision.
Telling this to the lionesses would only embarrass them, and besides, he couldn't say it out loud.
From this incident, Jela also learned a lesson. Since escaping was not possible, he had to find another way.
Maybe it would be a good idea to divert Pascal's attention.
After all, Pascal is not one of the princes and nobles of Hunan who live a comfortable life. They have nothing to do every day and only fall in love and chase the heroine. Judging from Shakespeare's script, Pascal is a prince waiting for revenge. The great revenge has not been avenged, but the enemy's actions Every movement can disturb his mind and distract him.
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After this day, the Garraman lion pride, which had lost its male lion, was once again driven out of the territory by Pascal. Pascal's tolerance level for these lionesses who had an eye on his sweetheart was horribly low. In contrast, he would rather accept the Ghana lion group. Although he does not like this lion group that once abandoned Jela, but since Jela wants his nominal father to retire here, Pascal also no comment.
Soon after this, the lionesses noticed that Pascal and Jela's relationship became strange. Since most of them were girls who had not been in love yet, they couldn't tell what was strange. They just felt intuitively that something was wrong with Pascal and Jela. Only Sarah, the only one with a family, saw some clues. However, she wisely did not say it out loud, but left space for the two parties involved.
Pascal has recently begun to launch a fierce affectionate offensive against Gela. Ever since he discovered that Jela was soft-spoken and could not decisively refuse his tenderness, he became even more energetic. Jela struggled to parry Pascal's attacks one after another, while secretly paying attention to the movements in the city of Florville.
Fortunately, the Lord of Sailant City did not disappoint him.
Before the arrival of winter, the three main cities of Flowell, Dritli and Garamani jointly held a battle of braves. This year is a special day, the legendary god Bramandeni will come to this land. Every time on the eve of the arrival of God Bra, the city lords would hold selection battles in their respective cities. The elected warriors will receive blessings from God Bura.
After getting the news, Pascal went to the current territory of the orc tribe, the western grassland where the Gharaman lion group was originally located.
They have been waiting for this day for too long.